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Say hello to the 50 pence wedding dress. One sunny Sunday morning, the bargain dress and I met for the first time. Hanging there all alone; the sun striking the netted skirt and making it shimmer in the lazy summer breeze, I knew then and there that the dress and I would never be parted. For me, it was love at first sight. One month on and I still cannot get over the fact that this dress cost me less than a Galaxy bar. Best. Bargain. EVER!

I'm not getting married by the way, this dress is purely in my wardrobe because, duh, it cost me 50 pence. The dress is less expensive than a packet of crisps. MIND BLOWING! I'm trying to think of all the things that cost less than 50 pence in today's society and I literally cannot think of any. You guys seriously need to get your buts down to the car boot sale in Abergavenny. It's like crack to a vintage lover like me.